Within You, Without You | George Harrison ✅

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George laid me down on the bed, beaming at me as he hurriedly undid the buttons of his white shirt, pulling the material apart and then discarding it on the floor of the hotel room - it seemed to be more of a suite, actually.

I used my elbows to prop myself up and watched as he continued to undress, undoing the button and zip on his trousers and then pulling them down his legs slowly - agonisingly slowly.

As he undressed, I could feel myself leaking onto the red fabric of my thong. I decided to take initiative. I sat up and put one arm up. With the other, I took off the top and then pulled it over my head. I threw it at George, who was now only in his underwear. He caught it and chuckled as he threw it over his shoulder. I was left in my white lace bra, slightly covered by the wine which had seeped through the fabric of my shirt. George licked his lips as I teasingly reached behind me to unhook my bra... but I stopped. The lustful gaze with which the Beatle was fixing me with was enough for me to want him to be the one to finally remove the barriers which seperated us.

George was now only in his boxers. I could see that he was already erect, his impressive appendage making no secret of itself through the thin material. My heart was beating so quickly in my chest as I pushed my skirt down my legs and then flicked it onto the floor.

A white bra and a red thong - not the sexiest lingerie I owned - but it seemed to be good enough for George.

He licked his lips again, but didn't move. Instead, he fixed me with a piercing stare - it seemed to burn through me like fire through paper. I slid backwards against the bed seductively until I felt the pillows against me, and then I beckoned him towards me with one finger, curling.

He growled and then pounced, landing on the bed and crawling up the silk sheets until he was hovering over the top of me. It reminded me of that time that we had shared our first kiss, and my bed.

He looked into my eyes and smiled, "you're beautiful, y'know?"

I squirmed under his intense gaze. I wondered if I could orgasm just from staring into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

I was sure that I could.

"George," I moaned as he connected our lips and kissed me, igniting the fire in the pit of my belly which I was sure would quickly burn out, "I need you to touch me."

I was no stranger to sex. I knew what I liked and what I wanted, and I wasn't afraid to tell my partner if they were doing something right or wrong.

"I want to take this slow -"

"George," I said, taking his hands from my arms where they had been, "I've waited far too long for this." I paused, putting one hand on my breast and his other hand over my core, "I need you to touch me. There'll be plenty of time for taking it slow, okay? But right now I need this hard and fast and -"

Faster than I had known any other man move, George had ripped my thong from me and was thrusting his calloused guitarist's finger into my slick hole, leaking with grool for him.

He moaned, "you're tight." And then he plastered our lips together and began to massage my breast from over the bra.

Quickly I felt myself growing close to an orgasm. Nobody had ever made me cum this quickly before. Usually it took minutes, not seconds. But George was amazing with his fingers - his work on the guitar only proved that.

My back arched, "close?" George whispered into my ear as he moved from my lips to the shell of my ear and then down my neck. I managed to whimper in reply. George took his finger from me and then stuck it into his mouth, sucking on it obscenely and making loud slurping sounds as he cleaned it off. "I'm going to fuck you now, baby," he growled as he pushed his underwear down his legs and then pulled it off from his feet and threw it over his shoulder like he had done with my shirt.

I took the opportunity to glance at his cock, red and glistening with precum and desire to be housed inside of me.

I licked my lips, imagining how full I would feel with George inside of me. Oh my God, it would be the best fuck of my life. Like he was owning me.

"Are you ready?" He asked me, as he took his long cock in his hands and wanked it slowly. I watched, mesmerised. "If you don't answer me then I'm going to assume that you need a good fucking." At his statement, I stayed silent, now refusing to even meet his gaze and he sighed. As if fucking me was a hardship to him. He ran his cock up and down my folds, coating it in my juice to lube it up - as if he needed to. I was definitely wet enough for him. George poised himself at my entrance and then reached up with both of his hands, placing one on either side of my face and forcing me to look at him. "Are you ready?" He asked me again, this time for me to give him consent.

Instead of replying verbally, I reached down with one hand and grabbed at his hard rod. We maintained eye contact as I pushed the head into me, and then the full length, inch by inch. It didn't feel as thick as it had looked, but it was ripping me apart from the inside, it felt like.

George Harrison filled me more than any other man I had been with.

When I had taken all of him, I nodded, silently begging him to start moving inside of me and to make us both feel good.

And he did. But he didn't start slowly. George started at the fastest pace which he would manage, in and out and in and out and blowing my mind because of the pleasure which I was receiving and the force of the fuck which I was getting.

"Baby, baby," he cooed as he continued to fuck into me, "I want to cum inside of you. I want to fill you up -"

"George, condom..." I reminded him, just trying to be responsible. Really, I didn't care where he came, as long as it came into contact with me.

"It'll be alright," he promised, "and if anything happens then I'll -" he cut himself off as he orgasmed. Through his high, he reached down and rubbed at my clit quickly and harshly until I came as well.

For a few seconds, he collapsed on top of me, nearly suffocating me with his weight - but then he quickly realised that he was probably hurting me, and he climbed off, pulling his now flaccid cock from my cunt, our cum leaking from it.

He let out a few quick breaths before he turned on his side to look at me, "if anything happens because I came inside of you, Amoreena, then I'll stand by you." He promised. I knew what he meant. Pregnancy. "Besides," he said seductively, "maybe it'll give me an excuse to make you my wife."